Havoc
I lead her by the hand, and she followed close behind, giggling like a schoolgirl. I kept throwing glances over my shoulder at her, not quite making sure she was still there because I knew she was. More the fact that I couldn’t believe my luck.
A man like me, and a woman like her? It was almost comical. We were so desperately different. But as she had said. She was still here. Still wearing my cut and most definitely craving my touch. Which was a good thing because I f*****g craved her more than I craved food and drink.
I wasn’t even sure when it had happened, when I had started looking at her as more than a woman I wanted to bang or as a way to get one over my brother. All I knew was that I was starting to have real, honest to god feelings for this woman.
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